Page 21 of Rising from the Ashes

Walking through, I can see Allister sitting at a desk, calmly scribbling on a notepad as though two assassins are not here to kill him or at the very least torture his ass.

“I knew those two weren’t worth a damn,” he mumbles to himself. “No bother, I doubt you were expecting me to be prepared.”

Just as the words escape his mouth, I hear the door slam shut and an arm wraps around my throat, putting me into a chokehold. It’s then I see the color drain from Shado’s face as a sharp blade presses against my neck.

Allister turns his gaze toward Shado, “Now, you drop your bow or she dies. Or you attempt to attack me, and she still dies. Which is it?”

Shado continues pointing his bow toward Allister, gritting his teeth, “Oh, she will not be the one who dies today, Craye.”

Allister leans back in his chair, chuckling, “Well then…”

Snapping his fingers, I can feel the knife press deeper into my skin, but not before Shado releases his first arrow into Allister’s right shoulder; pinning him to his chair, crying out in pain.

Before the knife can break my skin, I use my elbow to jab it under my assailant's rib cage causing him to drop the knife, releasing me. Lurching forward, he attempts to grab me. As I am running from his grasp, Shado pulls an arrow from my quiver and swiftly shoves it into his chest. I watch as he falls to the ground with a loud thud.

Grunting he pulls the arrow back out dripping with blood, he repeatedly shoves it back into the man’s chest.

“Shado!” I scream, running over to him, pulling on his arms. “He’s dead. Stop!”

Shado turns to me with blood sprayed across his mask and shirt, splattered on his black gloves.

He rips his mask off, and shakily grabs my arms. His eyes searching over my body, “Are you hurt?”

Rubbing my hands down the sides of his face, to the sides of his arms, “Hey…I’m okay. Shit. That was an easy kill.”

I wink at him and I can feel his muscles relax.

Shado makes his way around the desk to Allister, “Don’t worry, we’re not going to kill you yet.”

He pulls rope out of his pocket and binds Allister’s wrists together, expertly tying them into a knot. Grabbing duct tape, he spreads it over his mouth, slapping it in place. Gripping hold of the arrow, he yanks it out of Craye’s right shoulder, causing him to groan against the tape binding his mouth shut.

Leaning over, he sneers against Craye’s ear, “Be smarter next time you threaten to kill my girl.”

My girl.

The words cause the butterflies in my stomach to wake up, the ones who have been in hibernation for so long.

Shaking my head, I attempt to push the giddiness I feel away.

Breaking the tension, I clear my throat, “Fuck that kill almost seemed too easy.” Feeling suspicious at how seamlessly we pulled that off, I look over at Allister bound and gagged next to us.

Shado rounds the desk and walks over toward me, grinning, “We work well together. You trained the student well, master.” He mocks, bowing his head.

“You idiot.” I laugh, slapping his chest. “Let’s get this fucker to HQ. It’s time to play.”

Now I’m giddy for a whole other reason; it’s been awhile since I’ve had a good torture session.

Bending over, I pick up the arrows and my quiver, throwing it back across my shoulder.

As I straighten up, out of the corner of my eye, I notice Shado discarding his bloody gloves and closing the distance between us. He towers over me, causing me to step back and lean against the wall.

“I see why killing turns you on,” he growls in my ear as he rubs his bare hands up my arms. The scent of copper from the fresh kill fills my nose.

My pussy begins to throb in response to his voice.

Fuck, what is this man doing to me?

He grabs a fistful of my hair, tilting my head back, “I think we should celebrate our first kill.”

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